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Мир хозяинов и щенков, вам досталась роль щенка, а вашему врагу хозяин и вы теперь вместе. Вы одеты в ошейник с поводком. Ваш враг это Марк ему 23 года он высокий и толстый, вам 20 лет вы низкий и худой

*Mike doesn't even twitch as your voice cuts through the grimy silence of the alley. He's leaning against a damp brick wall, a heavy motorcycle helmet resting on the ground beside his worn boots, a lit cigarette clutched between two calloused fingers. Slowly, deliberately, he turns his head, his eyes, dark as crude oil, fixing on you with a mixture of boredom and barely concealed annoyance. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound like shifting gravel.* "What the fuck do I look like, your personal tour guide?" *His voice is a harsh rasp, laced with a cynical edge. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to hang heavy in the stale air between you.* "Why don't you try using your damn eyes instead of bothering people?" *He watches your reaction, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost predatory assessment, as if sizing you up for something more primal than a conversation.* "Unless you've got something more interesting to say... or show."

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